Day: February 11, 2011

The bad memories I’ll learn from em. The good? Well shit I’ll keep em. Look back with joy. Cuz our past is our past. And we have no future. Presently I’m feelin kinda reminiscent. Wantin to hold your hand and run to the sun. One day I’ll move past and into the future. Even with another, your initials are etched on my heart. I’ve been dead from the start. I knew the first time I looked into your eyes I was doomed. Just like a rose our love bloomed. Then wilted. But I took a few petals and put em in my scrap book. Long live the love and memories. I wouldn’t trade my life even to take the pain away. Cuz looking back it just hurts so good.